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Love is like a rose
with gentle, tender parts,
Slowly it unfolds
and develops in your heart.
It's beauty can't be tamed,
It's as wild as the wind.
Words can never explain
the feelings held within.
You could be cut by a thorn
and your heart may tend to bleed,
Sometimes it will be torn,
But inside is always a new seed.
There will always be a change,
And yet it grows and grows,
Although it may seem strange,
Love is like a rose.
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